The moment that you died
My heart was torn in two
One side filled with heartache
The other died with you
I often lie awake at night
When the world is fast asleep
And take a walk down memory lane
With tears upon my cheeks
Remembering you is easy
I do it every day
But missing you is heartache
That never goes away
I hold you tightly within my heart
And there you will remain
Until the joyous day arrives
That we will meet again
I am sorry for the long hiatus and the exit with no warning
I was struggling through some mental things and really needed help.
Now that I have sorted some demons, and figured some things out, I am feeling like I can finally get back into my world of words and art. Its kind of shocking how dreadful ones mind can be. Life was very unkind to me last year, and things went from bad to worse. I was having cancer scares, and biopsy after biopsy, and i was getting sicker and sicker, and depressed and lonely. I stopped writing. I stopped talking and texting and communicating. I slept all day, and cried all night.
Things are finally looki
I so badly wish I had a cigarette. I am drinking red wine, listening to the breathing of my little Mina as she dreams. I wish that I had such a simple life as a Dog. My tears cannot seem to cease, I can't think straight.
What am I doing? I wish I knew. How can someone who is confused and lost be taken seriously? How does one verbalize the words that hymn inside the heart? Words have no concrete. Words have no justice. Words are just letters that are mushed together with a dictated meaning.
I so desperately want to lay down and sleep. Wrap myself up, and never wake up
I have lost my touch with words lately. I think part of it relates to how deflated and defeated I feel.
I just don't care about anything right now.
I am great at being happy for others, and for playing a long with what people want to see. But in reality, I just want someone to sit with me, hold me, and watch movies with. I want a friend to trust. To lean on and be with. While I love my friends on here, its not enough. I can't see you. I can't hug you. While I adore and love you guys, I need more that just a computer friendship. It's lonely, as I am sure some of you can agree with. But what is seeming to be more difficult is my isolation and